Jeffrey Tayler's fun adventure continues. Now he's in Osh:
"The door swung open and banged against the wall. In sauntered a low-browed thug with a crewcut, in tight-fitting trousers and pointy black shoes, with, on his fat arm, a sloppy-busted, pot bellied Kyrgyz woman whose mascara-smeared eyes and ill-painted lips could only be those of a hooker."
- Page 225 of Murderers in Mausoleums.
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